Mike Macgirvin
Diary and Other Rantings
Beyond Silicon Valley
   
Friday, May 16 2008, 08:17 pm
Feb 25, 2004
The Mars rovers have found something interesting.

The Mars rovers have found something interesting. In a microscopic picture, there is something that looks something like a poppy bud. The scientists are excited as you can imagine. Now to try and explain what it is. Animal, mineral, or vegetable. It certainly looks like a growth of some form. Mineral or crystal growth is the most logical explanation. But it sure looks like a budding flower. If you haven't yet discarded the concept that life is somehow unique to our planet, you might want to start thinking about it again. All the evidence is still circumstantial and controversial, but it's piling up.

Speaking of poppy buds, I wonder what the commander-in-chief has been smoking. It was predictable. A constitutional amendment to define marriage. "Between a man and a woman..." So far so good. But then he adds "...as husband and wife." Now we've got a problem. A man and a woman can sort of be defined in legalese. But a husband and wife can't unless you use a circular reference. They're a man and woman who are married. But we're trying to define marriage. For this reason alone, the amendment as proposed is toast.

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A certain old cat had made his home in the alley behind Gabe's bar for some
time, subsisting on scraps and occasional handouts from the bartender. One
evening, emboldened by hunger, the feline attempted to follow Gabe through
the back door. Regrettably, only the his body had made it through when
the door slammed shut, severing the cat's tail at its base. This proved too
much for the old creature, who looked sadly at Gabe and expired on the spot.
Gabe put the carcass back out in the alley and went back to business.
The mandatory closing time arrived and Gabe was in the process of locking up
after the last customers had gone. Approaching the back door he was startled
to see an apparition of the old cat mournfully holding its severed tail out,
silently pleading for Gabe to put the tail back on its corpse so that it could
go on to the kitty afterworld complete.
Gabe shook his head sadly and said to the ghost, "I can't. You know
the law -- no retailing spirits after 2:00 AM."